Nate shakes his head. “No. Only when I go home. And only once since we broke up.”
“Do you talk often?” I know she called one time, but is that a regular thing?
He cringes, and my heart drops. Shit! That’s another stab in the chest.
“So your parents and ex, or fake girlfriend, are going to your game tomorrow. If we’re together, where does that leave me?”
“If?” he asks with a crestfallen expression.
“Just answer the question, Nate.”
He peers up at me, looking so broken that I almost try to comfort him, but I keep still. “I’ve asked Dylan if he can get you some seats. He still has some allocation—”
“You know what? Don’t worry about the tickets. If we’re still together, I’ll catch the next game.” And with that, I leave. I know it’s petty to storm out, but I just don’t think my heart can take much more tonight.
“Cory—”
I don’t stay to hear what he has to say. I need time. I’m dialing Summer’s number before my feet even hit the top step, but for some reason, when she answers, I make a split second decision to lie. I generally tell her everything, but need to keep this to myself. At least, until I process exactly what happened.